Return of the Sinister Bolsheviks

Rain [...]a wall... midnight I walk, my footsteps unheard The Nevsky wind creeps into my ears The rain, in mockery, drums on the roof I look around in anxiety My heart sensing something A ghost It cannot be The ghost is even scarier Than a post-binge nightmare I see [...] out from the underground The leader sneaking at night to the Smolny I froze If the leader is sneaking Then it's not by chance My God, he has returned To start everything all over again I stand and understand That this cannot be Why start all over again How is that supposed to help us It cannot be, but I see it The night becomes scarier My hands and feet grow cold I break into a sweat, I freeze The shadow of the stone guest A pack of loyal hounds on the alert A cry of 'sic 'em' and I'm already in their clutches And they gnaw on my bones And on a cool ship Chains rang out gloomily At the signal, the roar of the belly It was him pulling off the shoal I woke up at dawn Everything's normal, everything's fine I looked out the window with anxiety And saw everything as usual People are commuting to work Children are just as playful By the familiar kiosk The men stand drinking beer But doubt crept in And gave me no peace And I decided to go to the spot Where the statue stood The pedestal and pose are the same And the flags still flutter just the same Everything seems familiar Only the squint is slightly more cunning